Текст песни А.Кошелев - Ты прости меня, милая, все же...

You forgive me, honey, yet,
What is not me, about whom you dreamed,
What I did not mind with my mind and rye.
Not on your heart walked.

You forgive me, honey, yet ....

What does not touch me your joy!
I would be in the field of non-shown, standing,
Singing songs - only the fade -
And inhale the fragrance of the Hypericum!

You forgive me, sweet Olya,

I love me and a shuffle
Give freedom in your verse!
As I want, I see Olya!
Our daughter on your hands!

You forgive me, honey, yet,
What is not me who you waited!
I'm only a thread in one of the stitches,
Your linen shawl!